-𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔-(𝟕𝟗.)

The atmosphere in the shared dorm room at UA was heavy, thick with the smell of old books and the rhythmic tapping of your pen on the desk. You were engrossed in your History of Heroes notes; the Eraser Head final exam was unforgiving, and your concentration was at its peak.
Suddenly, the door burst open with the subtlety of a controlled explosion. Katsuki Bakugo entered with heavy steps, his hero costume still slightly stained with soot and sweat glistening on his forehead. His crimson eyes sparkled with a mixture of adrenaline and pride. He had just returned from a training exercise where his team had neutralized a gang of villains in record time.
He stopped a meter away from you, waiting. He was waiting for you to jump on him, to praise his victory, or at the very least, to drop everything and give him the attention he so craved from you.
But you didn't move. Your eyes remained fixed on the diagram on the screen.
Bakugou: Tsk! He clicked his tongue, moving closer. He stood right behind your chair, invading your personal space, but you continued to mutter formulas and dates under your breath.
Finally, his patience ran out. He lightly tapped the edge of your desk with the palm of his hand, causing a small warning spark.
Bakugou: Hey! he growled in that characteristic raspy voice . Where's my pampering? I've been kicking ass and you're ignoring me over a pile of trash paper! Look at me when I'm talking to you, damn it!